Wanna be my Muse?

It's more than just an abuse

He said it's ill of him to not carass my top

I wish i knew him a little more than he would ever want

I wish i was floating while my body ails trying to behold

It's a true deception hiding behind my muse's coat

A True work of art labelling me as his worthy stroke.

I know the whispers that were injected

While his sleepy slumbers were on hold.

They call him beautiful for my muse is as perfect as he should be furthermore

They want me never in his proximity

In the end they have their hooks in him so deep

I wish i could cut loose my Muse's agony.